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Updated: June 24, 2025
The Natty Bumpo of today may be the natty dry goods clerk of tomorrow, assuming the Bumpo with his fishing togs and making his talk of many ponds fit the clothes. The fishermen add a touch of picturesque geniality, of excitement even to the pond, being as occasional in its daily life as the crossing of a deer or an otter or the circling of an osprey in summer.
Bumpo joined us with his pockets bulging in all directions; and we made our way slowly through the dense crowd to that side of the building where the matadors' dressing-room was. The Doctor was waiting at the door for us. "Good work, Doctor!" said Polynesia, flying on to his shoulder "Great work! But listen: I smell danger.
After he had led us the whole way round the mountain he brought us to the exact spot where we started from and there he came to a dead stop. "Well," said Bumpo to Polynesia, "what do you think of the beetle's sense now? You see he DOESN'T know enough to go home." "Oh, be still, you Hottentot!" snapped Polynesia.
Then they started taking off their flowers, their rings, their necklaces, and their brooches and threw them down at his feet. You never saw anything like it a perfect shower of jewelry and roses. But the Doctor just smiled up at them, bowed once more and backed out. "Now, Bumpo," said Polynesia, "this is where you go down and gather up all those trinkets and we'll sell 'em.
"We won't get a chance to pawn the jewelry now," said Polynesia, as we bumped over the cobbly streets. "But never mind it may come in handy later on. And anyway we've got two-thousand five-hundred pesetas left out of the bet. Don't give the cabby more than two pesetas fifty, Bumpo. That's the right fare, I know."
In his kingdom the Doctor tried his hardest to do away with most of the old-fashioned pomp and grandeur of a royal court. As he said to Bumpo and me, if he must be a king he meant to be a thoroughly democratic one, that is a king who is chummy and friendly with his subjects and doesn't put on airs. And when he drew up the plans for the City of New Popsipetel he had no palace shown of any kind.
By the way, they tell me his son is rowing for our college next year charming fellow." The Doctor looked down at the black man's huge bare feet thoughtfully a moment. "Well," he said slowly, "there is something in what you say, Bumpo, about getting education from the world as well as from the college. And if you are really sure that you want to come, we shall be delighted to have you.
Genevra bit the handle of her parasol, and blushed. Natty Bumpo took a fresh chew of tobacco. At length Genevra said, as if in half-spoken reverie: "The soft shining of the moon and the peaceful ripple of the waves seem to say to us various things of an instructive and moral tendency." "You may bet yer pile on that, miss," said her companion gravely.
Then he mixed a lot of medicines in the basin and told Bumpo to dip his face in it. The Prince leaned down and put his face in right up to the ears.
He took his old hat from Bumpo; then facing Long Arrow, gripped his outstretched hand in silence. "You decide aright, oh Kindly One," said the Indian "though none will miss and mourn you more than Long Arrow, the son of Golden Arrow Farewell, and may good fortune ever lead you by the hand!" It was the first and only time I ever saw the Doctor weep.
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